Light had come, the moon had smiled.
Alongside dark clouds with lively passion,
A peacock had danced; buoyant had been the mind.
Gloom's end had been, Darling, I have realized;
Despair having rid, hope You give in full supply.
My bewitched prostration You acquire;
You played on psyche's lyre.
My dormant heart, awakened it did rise;
Awareness defunct, sense returning, it arrived.
With drunken zest, frantic became life;
Into one the many, they did unite.
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The creatures prance and dance, happy times are here again.
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